Humanely glorious! Men will weep for him,
When many a guilty martial fame is dim :

He ploughed the deep to bind no captive's chain-
Pursued no rapine-strewed no wreck with slain;
And, save that in the deep themselves lie low,
His heroes plucked no wreath from human woe.
"Twas his the earth's remotest bound to scan,
Conciliating with gifts barbaric man—
Enrich the world's contemporaneous mind,
And amplify the picture of mankind.
Far on the vast Pacific-midst those isles,
O'er which the earliest morn of Asia smiles,
He sounded and gave charts to many a shore.
And gulf of Ocean new to nautic lore;
Yet he that led Discovery o'er the wave,
Still fills himself an undiscovered grave.
He came not back,--Conjecture's cheek grew pale,
Year after year-in no propitious gale,
His lilied banner held its homeward way,
And Science saddened at her martyr's stay.

An age elapsed-no wreck told where or when
The chief went down with all his gallant men,
Or whether by the storm and wild sea flood
He perished, or by wilder men of blood-
The shuddering Fancy only guessed his doom,
And Doubt to Sorrow gave but deeper gloom.
An age elapsed-when men were dead or grey,
Whose hearts had mourned him in their youthful day;
Fame traced on Mannicolo's shore at last,
The boiling surge had mounted o'er his mast.
The islesmen told of some surviving men,

But Christian eyes beheld them ne'er again.

Sad bourne of all his toils-with all his band

To sleep, wrecked, shroudless, on a savage strand!
Yet what is all that fires a hero's scorn

Of death?-the hope to live in hearts unborn:
Life to the brave is not its fleeting breath,
But worth-foretasting fame, that follows death.
That worth had La Perouse-that meed he won;
He sleeps his life's long stormy watch is done.
In the great deep, whose boundaries and space
He measured, Fate ordained his resting-place;
But bade his fame, like th' Ocean rolling o'er
His relics-visit every earthly shore.

Fair Science on that Ocean's azure robe,

Still writes his name in picturing the globe,
And paints-(what fairer wreath could glory twine ?)
His watery course-a world-encircling line.

NOTES.

P. 5, 1. 15.

And such thy strength-inspiring aid that bore
The hardy Byron to his native shore-

The following picture of his own distress, given by BYRON in his simple and interesting narrative, justifies the description in page 5.

After relating the barbarity of the Indian cacique to his child, he proceeds thus:-"A day or two after we put to sea again, and crossed the great bay I mentioned we had been at the bottom of when we first hauled away to the westward. The land here was very low and sandy, and something like the mouth of a river which discharged itself into the sea, and which had been taken no notice of by us before, as it was so shallow that the Indians were obliged to take every thing out of their canoes, and carry them over land. We rowed up the river four or five leagues, and then took into a branch of it that ran first to the eastward, and then to the northward: here it became much narrower, and the stream excessively rapid, so that we gained but little way, though we wrought very hard. At night we landed upon its banks, and had a most uncomfortable lodging, it being a perfect swamp, and we had nothing to cover us, though it rained excessively. The Indians were little better off than we, as there was no wood here to make their wigwams; so that all they could do was to prop up the bark, which they carry in the bottom of their canoes, and shelter themselves as well as they could to the leeward of it. Knowing the difficulties they had to encounter here, thay had provided themselves with some seal; but we had not a morsel to eat, after the heavy fatigues of the day, excepting a sort of root we

saw the Indians make use of, which was very disagreeable to the taste. We laboured all next day against the stream, and fared as we had done the day before. The next day brought us to the carrying place. Here was plenty of wood, but nothing to be got for sustenance. We passed this night, as we had frequently done, under a tree; but what we suffered at this time is not easy to be expressed. I had been three days at the oar without any kind of nourishment except the wretched root above mentioned. I had no shirt, for it had rotted off by bits. All my clothes consisted of a short grieko (something like a bear-skin), a piece of red cloth which had once been a waistcoat, and a ragged pair of trowsers, without shoes or stockings."

P. 6, 1. 2.

a Briton and a friend!

Don Patricio Gedd, a Scotch physician in one of the Spanish settlements, hospitably relieved Byron and his wretched associates, of which the commodore speaks in the warmest terms of gratitude.

P. 6, 1. 16.

Or yield the lyre of Heaven another string.

The seven strings of Apollo's harp were the symbolical representation of the seven planets. Herschel, by discovering an eighth, might be said to add another string to the instrument.

Linnæus.

P. 6, 1. 17.

The Swedish sage

P. 7, 1. 5.

Deep from his vaults, the Loxian murmurs flow,

Loxias is the name frequently given to Apollo by Greek writers; it is met with more than once in the Choephora of Eschylus.

P. 8, 1. 5.

Unlocks a generous store at thy command,

Like Horeb's rocks beneath the prophet's hand.

See Exodus, chap. xvii. 3, 5, 6.

P. 12, 1. 28.

Wild Obi flies

Among the negroes of the West Indies, Obi, or Orbiah, is the name of a magical power, which is believed by them to affect the

object of its malignity with dismal calamities. Such a belief must undoubtedly have been deduced from the superstitious mythology of their kinsmen on the coast of Africa. I have, therefore, personified Obi as the evil spirit of the African, although the history of the African tribes mentions the evil spirit of their religious creed by a different appellation.

P. 12, 1. 32.

Sibir's dreary mines,

Mr. Bell of Antermony, in his Travels through Siberia, informs us that the name of the country is universally pronounced Sibir by the Russians.

P. 13, 1. 14.

Presaging wrath to Poland—and to man!

The history of the partition of Poland, of the massacre in the suburbs of Warsaw, and on the bridge of Prague, the triumphant entry of Suwarrow into the Polish capital, and the insult offered to human nature, by the blasphemous thanks offered up to Heaven, for victories obtained over men fighting in the sacred cause of liberty, by murderers and oppressors, are events generally known.

P. 19, 1. 9.

The shrill horn blew ;

The negroes in the West Indies are summoned to their morning work by a shell or horn.

P. 19, 1. 28.

How long was Timour's iron sceptre sway'd,

To elucidate this passage, I shall subjoin a quotation from the preface to Letters from a Hindoo Rajah, a work of elegance and celebrity.

"The impostor of Mecca had established, as one of the principles of his doctrine, the merit of extending it either by persuasion, or the sword, to all parts of the earth. How steadily this injunction was adhered to by his followers, and with what success it was pursued, is well known to all who are in the least conversant in history.

"The same overwhelming torrent which had inundated the greater part of Africa, burst its way into the very heart of Europe, and covering many kingdoms of Asia with unbounded desolation, directed its baneful course to the flourishing provinces of Hindostan. Here these fierce and hardy adventurers, whose

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